11mm thank you very much and therefore we are all systems go for defrost and transfer next Tuesday. Next Tuesday? This seems a long way away. That’s day 19. I thought transfer took place on day 17. Oh, no, just checked and it’s between day 17-21. What do I know?

Last B-sting tomorrow and then wham, bam, thank you ma’am, it’s onto progesterone suppositories and all the fun that entails.

(QUERY: what has happened to my life that I have been reduced to writing about my womb lining and rectal medication online? ANSWER comes there none.)

Tomorrow marks the commencement of 14 days holiday from work. To celebrate, I shall be getting up at 6am for a conference call with Hong Kong and then spending the rest of the day writing reports which I should have written last week.

Nipper has strange red spots on chest. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if it turned out to be chicken pox? (No.)

If you’re interested, the nutritional programme is going very badly. It’s going something like this: breakfast – toast; lunch – sandwich; dinner – toast. Oh and chocolate. However I have surprised myself by sustaining the yoga practice, probably because it involves a lot of lying on the floor in a semi-comatose state.

H, if you’re reading this, I’ve just thought, we can take the Nipper to the zoo the day before transfer. Yeah? I’ll discuss further with you when I stop pretending to be working, turn off my mac, get off my arse and walk into the bedroom in approximately 45 seconds.